"There is only one": William Friedkin's The Exorcist - Page 3

The primary method of assault is visual. (It tends to be, in the great horror films: As Mr. Morgan puts it in The Ring, "My God, the things she'd show you"; or as the Hitchhiker puts in in The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, "You like this face?") The demon (the filmmakers) show them (us) an escalating onslaught of horrors. Regan's face is wounded and made monstrous. The lights flicker in and out. Regan's head twists around like an owl's, and her tongue extends like a snake's. She levitates the bed, then she levitates herself. She flashes the face of a demon (the first apperance of which, in Father Karras's dream (we're talking about the original version of the film here; I think its earlier appearance in the special edition loses much of its power, though to be sure I'd need to ask someone who saw it for the first time that way) is in my opinion the second scariest image ever put on film). The demon statue appears behind her. And most horrifyingly--for it almost succeeds--she transforms into Father Karras's mother. As voiced by actor Jason Miller in one of the all-time great performances, the anguished cry Karras responds with--"You're not my mother!"--is like some pathetic inversion of the final words of many a dying soldier.

The assault is aural, too. The demon's voice emanates incongrously from the little girl's body, as does at one point or another the voice of a homeless man and a dead English film director and a dead mother of a priest. The demon's language is obviously an assault on the ears. The otherworldy growls, screams, buzzing and screeching crescendo repeatedly. And we musn't forget the extradiegetic music, any more than we'd forget the terrific splendor of Father Merrin's spotlit arrival at the McNeil household while Regan's demon eyes stare expectantly outward. Harsh, dissonant strings, tinkling bells, ambient tones--evil has a power of beauty just as does good.

And good's power is cruel just as is evil's. Good relies on strength, and on the projection of that strength. The priests shout and yell. They wrestle and restrain. They strike. They dress in uniforms, like soldiers. They wield weapons of God. They chant like the repeat of artillery: "The power of Christ compels you," over and over again, sending chills up and down the spine, over and over again until that power's compulsion is at last affected. It's a magesterial moment: At last, good is bringing out weapons big enough and hard enough to fight those that evil has used throughout.

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